How I Drool Over Your Tattoo

By Elizabeth Shore

Remember those 80s romance novel covers? Of COURSE you do. Bare chested, long-haired, totally hot, ripped guys, arms wrapped possessively around the doe-eyed adoring heroine. To wit:

Then in the 90s there was somedrastic backpeddling, with dully innocuous covers which were neither tantalizing nor told much about the content within becoming common fare. Check out Judith McNaught’sParadise, for example. Pearls and petals don’t tell you much, but readers also didn’t feel t...